Quality Love's

Episode 14

*The Left Behind Taste

After the meeting, unbeknownst to me, there was some conversation at Mr. Fahri's house, of course there were some debates from family members over this matchmaking.

"Well, why did you make your own decision to match your son to that woman?" bu Lela (wife of Mr. Fahri) began to grow angry.

"Tuh mah, Sheila herself does not agree, if nuge married to the cofee servant girl" the eldest son of Pak Fahri also heated the atmosphere.

"Yes pah, why the hell pah, papa just keep ngekang Nuge? justin was he married to a woman of his own choice, because who would mengejalanin the household later was Nuge, not papah" was his second son also voiced.

"Stop you guys teach papah! until anytime papah will never bless Nuge's relationship with the old woman!" emphatically.

"Defender? Sheila's? have you ever struggled in choosing a life partner? never been?" bela and Sheila just fell silent and looked down embarrassed before her papa.

"Huuf! enough of you who failed in the household, papah does not want the same thing to happen to Nuge!"

"Bah, at least we can find a woman who is equal to us, why should women be rewarded!" bu Lela grumbled in front of Mr. Fahri.

"Lela did you forget, who were you before marrying me?" this time Ms. Lela did die a flea, as if her mouth began to lock to reply to her husband's expression.

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It feels like this increasingly squeaky atmosphere will never expand if I just sit biting my fingers without thinking about finding a way out, I have not much time to cancel this match, this matchmaking, the only person who can break the rope of this matchmaking is Arief, I immediately got the address of his office from Fasya, without thinking anymore I also intend to meet him.

"Excuse me!" I said to one of the women who happened to be his secretary.

"Well, can I help you?" she greeted me with a soft voice.

"Sir Arief is there?"

"Yes, but sorry who are you? did you make an appointment with Arief?"

"Aaam! I'm his friend, please tell him, I want to meet him, important!" I said a little in a hurry, as soon as the secretary went to Arief's room, which was located right in front of me, about five minutes waiting for the secretary to suddenly approach me.

"Mom, you're in please to come in!"

"Yes thanks!" I immediately set foot into Arief's study, when I opened the door when he was highlighting me.

"Where is my office?" he was a little surprised when he saw me who was carelessly visiting his office.

"From Fasya!" no more questions from him, he continued to ignore me by typing some of his work reports, of course this atmosphere increasingly presents awkwardness in me.

"Aaam, Arief is actually..."

"OK! mr. Arief, actually the intention of my arrival here, there is something I want to ask the same Mr. Arief!" it felt like my tongue was mute for a while but still, my speech seemed not to cause a sense of question in his mind, it felt like I was getting stiff if I had to discuss the problem of feeling with formal language.

"Does Mr Arief still like me?" oh god how my pride falls when I say that sentence to him, I try to endure this million shames with all my heart, it does not feel right to deliver the heart message using formal language, because the message will only reach the mind of the recipient, the heart will only understand the language delivered from the heart.

"It's nothing, I just want to make sure, if indeed Mr. Arief still likes me.." not to mention I finished my speech, he was surprised from his seat, he was surprised, his gaze began to look cynical to me, with a limped step he tried to approach me.

"Get out of my room now!!!" it was heartless that he had so much as to raise his voice before me, with my eyes beginning to glaze over as soon as I left the room.

I was too stupid to expect Arief, without thinking maybe he had met a woman out there who was better than me. If he used to be a caterpillar to love me, then now he's a butterfly to fly away from me.

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"Of course, he'll be mad at you!" this time Fasya makes the itching in the head is more pronounced.

"So I was wrong, right? I don't really have it in people's eyes!"

"Salwa, I ask you to meet him, to tell him all your problems, instead of asking him how he feels about you! if from the way you like it of course he already knows that you love him"

"Houuftt! Fasya, how do I want to tell my problem to him, if he just does not want to squirm me"

"Huum! if so, let me explain everything to Arief, okay?"

"No need to be martyred, I'm quite ashamed of everything that happened today, maybe the man is my soul mate" I said not excited.

"How come you're quick to gini anyway? Salwa, the situation must be faced not be lamented what else is regretted"

"I'm tired of Fasya, everything I do is like there's no way to get out of this matchmaking"

After returning to Kopdar with Fasya, I immediately threw my body on the bed, while occasionally I saw the box of the gift ring from the man represented by Pak fahri and his family, while I occasionally saw the box of gifts from the man, until now I have not had time to see what the shape of the ring looks like, what else intend to try it.

Various kinds of feelings that are in this head, irritability, heartache, annoyance, curiosity and disappointment have been mixed into one, namely resignation, avoiding circumstances is impossible, indeed, facing it is also not easy but hopefully this matchmaking is the answer of everything.

"immies? for hospital bills this month and next month already paid off yes, already paid the same Mr. Fahri" suddenly heard the sound of girang abi in the guest room.

"Ow yeah? but why the rush? afraid Salwa is not a match with his son bi"

"God! umi knows what, anyway salwa remains married to his son Pak Fahri, do not have to be too hopeful with the man who told Salwa that, if he was serious he should have come to the house today"

The atmosphere of the night was so quiet, the more opened my way of mind, which I know, the soul mate is the story of two names that have been written in His book, no matter how far we go, no matter how hard we run, as hard as we run, as long as we travel, we are like two magnets that want to be separated but put together again at the same point, namely a soul mate.

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